 Golly, I don't think he's breathing. Maybe he's dead. No, no, he's still warm. Oh, thank heaven, Nick. Quick, Orlo. Try artificial respiration. Yeah. One chance in a thousand, we can save him. All right, Nick. Listen, Betsy. We're in a spot. Yeah. I'm going to call Matty for an ambulance and pull motor at once to give this man a chance. But when an ambulance arrives, the crook inside the store is going to catch on. You've got to help me. How? Take off your hat.